Mint 2 b

Love

Disclaimer: All rights belong to Shonda Rhimes, I only own my 'plot'.

THIS MORNING, when she checked the weather, it said no rain, yet, when April raised her hand out to the sky, she felt the slight coldness of rain. She let out a sigh, putting her clipboard above her head as she ran across the parking lot to the familiar car. Before she tapped on the window of the passenger seat, she gave herself time to looked through it. Maybe she should have just ignored his text, blame it on an intern. It was too late though, she did the familiar motion, knocking on the door. Jackson looked over, unlocking the door for her. April got in.

"I got your text," she started, staring straight ahead, "what's up?"

There was a small frustrated cry from him. "Honestly, I don't even know why I texted you," he started rubbing his face with his hands.

"Oh," she looked back at the hospital, "then maybe I should go back." Her hand wrapped around the car handle, ready to go back into the rain. Jackson placed his hand on her thigh, motioning her to stay. She looked at him to see he was already looking at her. She let go of the handle, resting against the seat. He took his hand off.

"Why didn't you tell me about Harriet?"

"What?" She looked in front of her, watching as the rain slowly hit the car. "I thought we were past this."

"I did too until I got the letter, April, now," he looked forward as well, "now I'm just trying to figure out, I don't know, everything. I didn't have this back then, and maybe if I did; if I knew this is how you felt, maybe things would be different."

She could see how much he was struggling with this. This was exactly why she should have just torn that letter as soon as she got it. She was causing Jackson unnecessary pain, now she had to try her best to help him. "I didn't tell you because I knew that if I did, you wouldn't go through the divorce." He stayed silent. "I wanted you to stay with me because you love me, not because of Harriet."

She could see his head turn in corner of her eye. "I do love you."

She met his gaze. "Not the same way you did before." His eyes widen. It was too much for her. She returned her gaze back to the pouring rain. "If I had told you, and we would have stayed together, every morning when I wake up, I would ask myself if the reason why you were with me was because you wanted to, or because you had to. I would feel like I trapped you. I couldn't do that. It wasn't' fair for me and it wasn't fair for you."

Jackson rested his head against the seat. "Why now," he mumbled, not really excepting an answer. "Why did all this have to happen now? Just out of the blue, too."

April shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." There were still things she had to say. She didn't think she would, but now she knew that she had to. "That letter wasn't meant to fix our marriage," she began, "it wasn't meant to save us. It was written by someone who was deeply in love with someone who considered her to be as important as air, not two grown adults who are at a dead end." She looked at his green-blue eyes, "Jackson, I don't think there will ever be a day when I don't love you, or a day when I don't want to be with you, but maybe we're just not meant to be." She began to cry, a lot harder than before. "I guess you already figured that out, huh?" She started to wipe the stray tears, "Like always, I'm the last one."

"April.." he tried to give her a hug, but she shook her head.

"It's fine," she reassured him, giving a big smile. "This is for the best. These past few years with you were the best and worst moments of my life," she turned in her seat to sit in front of him, "It was an honor to be the love of your life, Jackson Avery, every second being with you was everything I ever needed to prove that love is real."

He began to cry as well but held a lot better than her. His eyes darted between her red ones. "It was an honor to be your home, April Kepner."